Hearing Perce's words, Mr. Watson took a step forward, ready to use the knife and fork next to his plate to separate the drunken shrimp made by Guo Huai.
"Hmph, I'm still a judge at this level, hey, such a delicious dish of drunken shrimp in sauce is really a waste." Guo Huai didn't speak, and a middle-aged man in sloppy clothes held a wine bottle in his hand and said softly. Said.
What the middle-aged man said made Watson startled for a moment, and then he looked at the audience. The scruffy middle-aged man in front of him made Watson tremble all over. John Doyle, the only Michelin three-star chef three years ago, did not know what happened afterwards. The reason is that he disappeared in the United States. I didn't expect to meet him here today. Others don't know him, so how could Watson not know him
"Mr. Watson, I didn't expect to recognize me. If you directly cut this sauce drunken shrimp with a knife and fork in your hand, it will definitely affect the taste of this dish. If you want to really enjoy the deliciousness of this dish, I Let this Chinese master chef help you." John Doyle said with a smile, and everyone turned their attention to Guo Huai.
Guo Huai stretched out his thumb to John Doyle, and then a shell of the Mediterranean lobster just appeared in his hand. He stroked the prawn more than ten times like lightning, and then gently shook the table. spread out.
"I'm afraid that you are the only one in the entire Hilton Hotel who is qualified to taste this sauce drunken shrimp!" Guo said to John Doyle with a smirk, "I hope to have a chat with you after the cooking fight is over."
"I'm just a second-rate cook who has lost his sense of taste, but today's cooking fight is interesting, haha, I will come to you after your cooking fight is over." As he said, John Doyle took a swig from the wine bottle.
At this time, the faces of the eight judges in the jury were even more ugly. They even thought, if the taste of this dish is similar to that of Mark's drunken shrimp just now, they will directly judge Guo Huai as a loser, and see how long he can be arrogant.
The eight judges picked up the sauced drunken shrimp on the plate and put them into their mouths with a hint of disdain.
"I thought it was delicious, and the taste is average, compared to Mark..." A middle-aged man next to Watson chewed a piece and said with even more disdain, but he didn't finish his sentence, and he didn't come out with another one. sound.
The other seven judges were not much better than him. Mrs. Susan had already stood up excitedly, reaching out to grab the remaining sauced drunk shrimp, but at this time Watson had already reached out and grabbed the corner of the dinner plate, and the two exchanged Do not give in.
"As a judge, I think I need to eat another piece." Just as Watson and Susan were fighting, an old man standing between them had already inserted a fork into a piece of shrimp, and then Susan and Watson He also realized it, and of course there were several other judges. After a while, there was no more shrimp on the plate, and one judge even wiped off the remaining sauce on the plate, and sucked his fingers in an extremely lewd manner.
"I lost, and I am convinced." When Mark saw the scene on the judges' bench, he had hoped to make a comeback, but now there are only seven words like this. He is very glad that several people tasted his own sauce shrimp first. Up to now, he also thinks that his sauced shrimp can definitely enter the Michelin world's delicious recipes, but he knows that the sauced drunken shrimp made by this Huaxia chef is far superior to his own sauced shrimp.
"Several, I believe everyone has already made up their minds about the two dishes, so we will invite the chef back first to prepare for the third competition." Perls said with a smile, and he naturally knew that Guo Huai had won this competition. , There are still three competitions, and he is looking forward to it more and more.
"Damn Chinese, David, you can't let that Chinese win the game. Losing money is a trivial matter. If the chef of the Hilton Hotel loses to a Chinese, Hilton will lose all face." The top executive of the Hilton Hotel , an old man over half a century old shouted loudly into the phone, on the other side of the phone was officially one of the main members of the American psychic group's Budokai, David.
"I'm watching the live broadcast. I'm afraid that the Hilton Hotel has already lost two games. That Chinese man is a follower of a member of the Huaxia ability group. We can't act rashly now. We can only hope that the remaining three chefs can win the next game. Now." David said with a smile, the matter of your Hilton Hotel has nothing to do with me, Chinese people have always been mysterious, and now is not the time to reveal their identities.
The old man at the top of the Hilton Hotel slammed the wine glass on the ground, and then made another call. The old man's face looked better.
The third match was between Guo Huai and the Italian chef named Sergey. The two had already started. This time the competition was about soup. Sergey looked at Guo Huai with a smile on his face. He didn’t believe that anyone in the world could do it The taste of the soup will be better than mine, not to mention the taste of Chinese people is very different from that of Europe and the United States, this time I have an absolute advantage.
The ingredients Guo Huai chose were very simple. When he saw Xier Gai making seafood soup, Guo Huai was not at all worried that he would lose. The first dish is meat, and the next dish will be vegetables or desserts. If you don't even know the principle of this, you are not a top chef even if you cook delicious ingredients.
Within an hour, the biggest casino in Las Vegas had changed the odds of Dou Chu to 1 to 3, but there was still a large amount of money coming in from Huaxia, all of which were placed on the bet that Huaxia Shenchu won.
"Hmph, a group of guys who want money and are crazy." The boss of the Las Vegas casino watched the Huaxia Chef bet more and more, squinted his eyes and said, just now he received a call from the owner of the Hilton Hotel, and his heart There is already a way, the dead cannot complete the fighting kitchen.
After one and a half hours, Hill Gay's Nine Treasures Seafood Soup was served in front of the judges. Pircadero squinted his eyes and looked at the seafood soup in front of him. He didn't want to go down or sit here, but he couldn't leave now. , if he leaves, it will be like what Xiao Lingmo said, he is just a tailor, not only for himself, but also for the brand of the Peel family.
"Although I don't know which chef this soup is from, I still want to try it." No one spoke, Pircadero said with a smile, he had already filled a small bowl, and then the other eight judges They are also filled a little.
"Delicious, it's really delicious in the world. At least seven kinds of rare ingredients are added to this soup. The flavors blend together and are delicious." Pircadero said, and he filled another bowl, but let's look at the other eight. As a judge, Cardero's face darkened suddenly. Could it be that these people drink something different from himself? How could they look like this.
"Mrs. Susan, Mr. Watson, don't you want to comment on this delicacy?" Pearce asked in a low voice.
"I think we should taste another chef's soup before making a conclusion." Mr. Watson stood up and said softly. He drank this soup, delicious? It really couldn't be talked about, and it even made him feel unpalatable. He glanced at Mrs. Susan, as if she felt the same as himself, and frowned.
"Damn it, it must be the Drunken Shrimp in Shangdao Sauce. How could I have forgotten about it?" Silgay suddenly regained his composure, and slapped his head hard. (end of this chapter)